Luyện nghe bài hát Gutta Boyz

(We daddy!)

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Yuh!
I'm sippin on that 'notiq the color of man
And the blueberry smoke got a twerkin
You niggaz is perkin - so you it big?
You deep but when I see you it's just you and your kids
I roll sick, my rims feel like helicopter
And my pockets run like a Mercer teller
Haters when they see the whip dippin by
The paint on it change the I-95
I'm just Clyde, the Bonnie, I got the hollowpoint
for you niggaz and the po' for the mamis
Sean Gotti, I'm puttin an end to
I'm lettin off heat, 'til eyes get watery
gon' ricochet, some gon' hit, y'all gon' get 'em
Fluids gon' disperse out refreshin club serum
I'm as bite venom but I'm far from a snake
I'll hit you up on birthday while you cuttin your cake

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We gangsters you see the cars, the whips
The chains, the broads we with
We gangsters nigga; we'll through your hood
a hundred deep and the whole clip
We gangsters nigga; we got guns for the
And my niggaz'll put you under the
We gangsters nigga; so you better what you say
'Fore I empty the whole in your face

T]
Streets is tough, but ain't no hopscotch lines on the
Just burner shells, and police siren
Niggaz know who I am in the town; it a circus
But it might as well be, you know I'ma clown
I'm a boss, I know most niggaz envious dawg
And if a nigga owe me change you give me it dawg
If you feelin like you wanna leap, make a frog
You niggaz lame, transparent like Wonder Woman's
I'm a in this game, a federal figure
doj' in the hummer, 50 K on my fingers
I'm like a NASCAR poppin Mo' and Bill{?}
D-Squad don't give a fuck about else
I pull a {?} to contain your whole, clique for
The end result will be, pinewood and flowers
So I'll advise you deduct QP's and powder
We gangsters and we jackin (yup!)

T]
S.T. D-Squad, G.G.D
Don't get it motherfucker yeah we do creep
We out thug, shit we don't die
We lay low mechanics tryin to fix up rides
A lot of cats say I'm sick in the head, I anger it's on
Poodles be up missin or dead
I haters up, like an old-ass sample
Or creep through your village, like in "Rambo"
I'm piranhas on red meat, I'm on you niggaz
You Then I guess I got to comb you niggaz
So bread, when you see me dawg hit the flo'
I'm like a off the X, unpredicta-ble
Imitators always hollerin how they is
But got as much courage as the Lion in "The Wiz"
Shit I'm into pullin shanks on you fake Jake
Me and my burner hold it down man we go way